I feel the sky, I don't see it
I wonder through the clouds
How come I have not fallen yet?
To my death, where I belong
I seek everywhere, but I can't seem to observe
My wings get bigger than before
There's a scent of nature growing,
And growing and growing more.
I can't open my eyes, as the blind tightens more
My wings now feeling suffocating
And my throat closing like a shut door
Waking up again, still with a blind
"Take off this blind", I cry,
"Why has God taken my sight?"
Why can't I see what happens in life?
What if that is what I have to earn?
What if I have to earn my sight,
To see the beautiful world around me?
The world I never got to bloom in...
Is there still hope inside this macrocosm?
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𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔄 𝔇𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔬𝔫: A Poem
PoetryShe whines as she struggles socially, emotionally, and mentally. She touches subjects of life and death, self-esteem, love, and interesting feelings in her heart. This is a POETRY book, which basically means it's telling a story through poems. : ) ❕...
